Great Horsey Champer Gold braid
Pranced proudly in the garden villas
With the Sun
Dipped diving with his horned onyx saddle
Shining in the black aped eyeballs
Of the gun.
When the great apple falls
She'll be queen of your halls.
Tall bowman from the burnt pastures
Saw Champer and he bowed ground kissing
To his lord.
Strange beastie from the legend lair
Sire, I can master with the aid of this
Skull powdered cord
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